Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ghana and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Kool Moe Dee to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
The Smoke,
Robert Wyatt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Star Department,
June Days,
The Litter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bad Manners,
Minor Threat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Walker Brothers,
The Raincoats,
Minutemen,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare,
John Coltrane,
Metal Thangz,
Fugazi,
The Moody Blues,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gories,
Josef K,
Nils Olav,
Monks,
Man Parrish,
the Sonics,
Brick,
The Victims,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gichy Dan,
F. McDonald,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cameo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Archie Shepp,
E-Dancer,
Brothers Johnson,
Amon Düül,
Surgeon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Görl,
The Last Poets,
Fela Kuti,
Quadrant,
Michelle Simonal,
John Foxx,
Pussy Galore,
Ken Boothe,
Connie Case,
Harry Pussy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neil Young,
Schoolly D,
The Young Rascals,
Jerry's Kids,
Big Daddy Kane,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Happenings,
Don Cherry,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.